I thought it was time for a little cultural exchange.
So, for your delectation, I present you with a short poem courtesy of Jim Pitts of Brett Marvin and the Thunderbolts
Hairy – Jim Pitts
I grow whiskers on my chin. I grow them on my chest
I grow them on my knees and legs, but the ones that l like best
Grow wild up and down my back and poke out through my vest
My mother says that lots of hair will keep out all the cold
And still, I’m quite a pretty girl and nearly twelve years old
WrAnTz 